The sky was getting dark, and as the raindrops fell more densely, Lu Hanjiang held a simple and elegant paper umbrella, looking out of place among the royal guards in raincoats and bamboo hats.
Oil-paper umbrellas are also divided into three, six or nine grades. They have long been a popular tool, ranging from aristocratic families to common people. However, compared to coir raincoats and hats, paper umbrellas are easy to damage and are less economical in terms of consumables.
With the treatment of the Jinyiwei, it is natural that they cannot even afford an oil-paper umbrella, but they prefer coir raincoats and bamboo hats because they have been practicing swordsmanship all year round. The reason is naturally not fancy, but it is more convenient for fighting.
Jinyiwei like Lu Hanjiang, who likes to go out with an umbrella, is an outlier.
"Sir, calculate the time, it's time for Yin Zhixie to set off." Bian Guang walked to Lu Hanjiang and said.
"Just stick to the plan."
Lu Hanjiang gave the order, and the Jin Yiwei mounted their horses one after another and arranged their queues in an orderly manner. A large number of people went to their preset positions to prepare.
The traces of Jin Yiwei disappeared under the cover of night and rain. Lu Hanjiang held an oil-paper umbrella and walked alone on the increasingly sparsely populated streets.
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Outside the small leisure garden, Yin Zhixie was riding on a horse wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, holding the ropes of two horses with one hand.
Beside him, the girl was also riding on a horse, her hands were tied, and her clothes were soaked by the ruthless rain. Yin Zhixie had no expression on his face, and they just walked towards the capital on horseback.
Pedestrians on the way saw the flying fish suit of the Jin Yiwei from a distance and hurriedly dodged away. Even the good-hearted people who cared about the beauty only dared to whisper a few words behind Yin Zhixie.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and there was no trace of the bright moon in the rainy night sky. On the drowsy road, a woman stood in the middle. Her dark palace skirt seemed to blend into the night. A big red oil-paper umbrella was gently spinning in her hand.
Like a blooming flower.
Yin Zhixie frowned slightly, reined in the horse's rope, and shouted sternly: "Jin Yiwei is doing something, everyone else, get out of the way!"
From under the red umbrella, the woman let out a sarcastic laugh and said: "The dignified Tian Mingshou has actually become a lackey of Jin Yiwei."
As soon as Yin Zhixie said this, he knew that the person coming was evil. He let go of the reins in his hands, drew out the Xiuchun knife and kicked the horse's belly with both feet. The horse neighed and galloped out.
With the help of Ma Li, Yin Zhixie quickly closed the distance with the woman, and then slashed her with a knife. The light of the knife flashed, and only the broken red umbrella fell to the ground.
In an instant, Yin Zhixie was startled to feel the cold air approaching his neck. Without thinking, he covered the back of his head with his right arm. All he saw was a burst of sparks from the collision of metal and stone. The woman standing on the horse's back held a hand.
The dagger he held penetrated two or three millimeters into his right arm.
The fleeting light allowed Yin Zhixie to see the woman's face clearly, and he said coldly: "Xue Rakshasa, we don't offend the river, why do you want to stop me!"
Gu Zijin immediately retreated as soon as she missed the blow. She held a sword flower in her right hand, and the dagger disappeared into her sleeves. She arched her eyebrows and smiled sarcastically: "If you are still of the demonic lineage, I will do it myself."
I won’t stop you, but now you are wearing the skin of a royal guard, haha..."
"Is this the whole world that belongs to the Kingdom? Since you are obsessed with it, don't blame me for not remembering our former comradeship."
Yin Zhixie turned over and jumped on the horse's back. He stepped forward with both feet and rushed towards Gu Zijin. The true energy in his body was flowing. He condensed a yin power in his left hand and pushed out with one palm. The cyan palm that was the size of a human body whizzed out.
out.
Gu Zijin also responded with his palm technique. Cangyan Jiuxiao was so domineering that even the falling raindrops were evaporated in an instant under the wind of his palm. He shot out a palm technique that was like fire, which was like Yin Zhixie's Tianming Palm.
The collision caused the wind and waves to almost block the rain.
The two palmed each other, Xue Luosha remained motionless, and Tian Ming took half a step back.
Yin Zhixie's face was not only angry but also solemn. He had never fought against Gu Zijin before, and he didn't expect that this woman was really a mastermind.
After finding out the difference in strength, Yin Zhixie no longer held back his hand, and used Tian Ming Jue to operate at full strength. The palm of his left hand gradually became dyed with a strange cyan color, and he quickly stepped forward and slapped it with several palms.
Gu Zijin still used Cang Yan Jiuxiao to fight back, a three-stroke combo of wide open and close, and after burning the flames to break the points, he followed up with a move that flew around and hit the stars. Yin Zhixie only had one arm to take the move, and was struck by him after a while.
He was beaten and retreated in succession.
It seemed that he was at a disadvantage, but in the flash of lightning, Yin Zhixie suddenly turned around and struck out with his right palm. Gu Zijin didn't expect that he could launch an offensive with this prosthetic arm. She calculated it intentionally or not, and she hurriedly responded.
Palm, was violently knocked back a few steps by the zhenqi.
Yin Zhixie took advantage of the opportunity and bullied himself to attack. He slashed down from the top with Tian Ming Palm. Gu Zijin pretended to attack, but he used another form of bending. Face to face with the palm, she was severely suppressed. The palm force of the deviated trajectory was directly
It hit Ming Shou's right arm that day.
Yin Zhixie exclaimed, and his right arm was blown away. He became angry and withdrew his left palm to gather his energy again. This time, he faced Gu Zijin.
Gu Zijin faced the palm directly, and when the two palms met, Yin Zhixie smiled coldly, and waves of green mist spread out of his palm, wrapping around Xue Luosha's arm like a poisonous snake.
Seeing this, Gu Zijin's eyes darkened slightly, but he did not lose his composure. This cold energy was Yin Zhixie's unique skill, the ultimate Yin power produced by Tian Ming Jue.
If an ordinary person is invaded by this Yin Qi into his body, he will definitely die in as little as a day or as long as half a month. This Qi can even damage the internal organs. Once he is hit in a fight, even the movement of the true Qi will be blocked like a giant tree.
The water in the river is so dry that it is difficult to walk.
If it were an ordinary person, being plotted by Yin Zhixie like this, the outcome of the competition would have been decided. Unfortunately, Snow Rakshasa had never held back.
"Snow Rakshasa, you are at the end of your rope now. If you beg for mercy quickly, I may be able to spare your life."
Yin Zhixie laughed wildly, but he saw that Gu Zijin suddenly gathered a huge amount of true energy, and actually pushed it back with the cold power of that day's Ming Jue.
Gu Zijin snorted, and the terrifying palm power mixed with two strands of true energy directly blasted Yin Zhixie three feet away.
Yin Zhixie's eyes were filled with disbelief as he flew out. At a glance, he saw that this palm not only turned the chaotic raindrops into ice beads, but also formed an ice path on the ground. He was extremely embarrassed.
, ice chips appeared on half of his body.
"Is this palm technique the Youyun Palm of Xuehua Palace?! It can even block the Yin power of Tianming Jue. You, how can you know the martial arts of Xuehua Palace?!" Yin Zhixie said in horror.
question.
"Suffer death."
Snow Rakshasa had no intention of talking nonsense. Taking advantage of Yin Zhixie's defeat, the true energy in his body turned into the power of ice in his hands, and flew up to take his life.
Yin Zhixie crawled to the ground, grabbed his right arm that had just been blown away, and threw it at Gu Zijin, while he ran backwards without looking back.
Gu Zijin struck the right arm with a palm. When the palms connected, her pupils shrank and she quickly stepped back. When the machine's right arm exploded, countless flying needles shot out from it.
Fortunately, she dodged in time and the hidden weapon failed to hurt her, but it was a pity that Yin Zhixie took the opportunity to escape.
"...That's all, a lost dog."
Yin Zhixie finally managed to escape with the hidden weapon in his right arm. In a hurry, he saw a neat group of uniformed guards, headed by Huangfu Xiaoyuan who presented himself as Ji Ning. He was overjoyed: "Sir,
I--"
Whoosh whoosh!
The black rain of arrows drowned out Yin Zhixie's words. Huangfu Xiaoyuan glanced at Tian Mingshou, who was caught off guard and nailed to the ground. Her eyes widened with a look of death, and she calmly ordered: "Take care of it."